Vashtiki
04-06-2006, 20:26
OOC: Ok, intro post. Basically, evil cult ruling over land. People live in fear, and heretics are punished, and if there is an absence of heretics the first unlucky person will be used for sacrifice or experimentation. Any way you want to lead the RP will be good.
The secret of the ages is passed down, ready for when the time comes. When such a time arrives, a powerful omen will appear, and if not vanquished shall wreak havoc upon the world. The floor will crack and from it shall release power of mighty proportions. To you my children, I give this to you to protect
--Vashtiki Papers, Scroll #763985.
The Knights of the Vash Order approached the old decrepit fort, a patrol of six Knights, all clad in black armour and glowing red eyes, fully armed. The gates swung open to receive them, creaking. Rain poured down and thunder hit the southern tower flag pole, on which flew no flag, the only one which didn't. The rest contained a flag, black with a slight red border, and the central one had a picture of two scrolls printed onto it. They were tatty and in desperate need of replacement or repair, much like the building to which they were connected.
For the past four years, people had been going into the fort, and the only ones who came back out were from within the Vash Order. What was going on inside was a mystery to all.
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"Master." The Master was standing facing the window, looking at the storm outside.
He turned to the bowing Knight. "Speak." His voice was as though it were not him talking.
"The heretics are ready to await your justice."
"I shall be with you soon.".
The secret of the ages is passed down, ready for when the time comes. When such a time arrives, a powerful omen will appear, and if not vanquished shall wreak havoc upon the world. The floor will crack and from it shall release power of mighty proportions. To you my children, I give this to you to protect
--Vashtiki Papers, Scroll #763985.
The Knights of the Vash Order approached the old decrepit fort, a patrol of six Knights, all clad in black armour and glowing red eyes, fully armed. The gates swung open to receive them, creaking. Rain poured down and thunder hit the southern tower flag pole, on which flew no flag, the only one which didn't. The rest contained a flag, black with a slight red border, and the central one had a picture of two scrolls printed onto it. They were tatty and in desperate need of replacement or repair, much like the building to which they were connected.
For the past four years, people had been going into the fort, and the only ones who came back out were from within the Vash Order. What was going on inside was a mystery to all.
----
"Master." The Master was standing facing the window, looking at the storm outside.
He turned to the bowing Knight. "Speak." His voice was as though it were not him talking.
"The heretics are ready to await your justice."
"I shall be with you soon.".